:10:07
I couldn't rest.
:10:08
I'm not surprised. If she finds
out, that's the end of you.
:10:12
I said to wait,
but would you? No.
:10:14
- Love brooks no resistance.
- You're all thrust.
:10:17
Like a good swordsman.
:10:19
You'd see the danger
is you were one.
:10:21
- She recognized me?
- No and yes.
:10:23
She didn't know,
but she suspected.
:10:25
When Fabio chased me
down the stairs...
:10:28
...I marvel I didn't kill him.
:10:30
How I threw my hat,
putting out the light!
:10:32
It dazzled him and stopped him.
Else, I'd have gone for him.
:10:36
As I ran down, I told the lamp,
"You say we're strangers"...
:10:39
...but it said, "You lie!"
:10:41
I threw my hat.
Am I dishonoured?
:10:43
I cannot live.
:10:44
You lovers always say
such things...
:10:47
...before you're hurt at all.
:10:49
Tristán, what can I do
in so much danger?
:10:51
Forget Marcela.
:10:53
If the countess finds out,
you'll have no choice...
:10:56
...you'll have to go.
:10:58
I just forget her?
:10:59
I'll give you lessons
on Cures for Love.
:11:02
First, you must determine
to forget...
:11:04
...and not suppose
you'll ever love again.
:11:07
How?
:11:08
Recall her vices,
not her virtues.
:11:10
Wise men forget,
remembering women's defects.
:11:13
Don't picture her in
elegant attire, trim-waisted...
:11:16
...raised aloft
on high-heeled slippers.
:11:20
That's all just architecture.
:11:22
Some wit once said that
half a woman's beauty...
:11:25
...came from her dressmakers.
:11:27
It's as a penitent dragged off
for treatment...
:11:30
...that you must see her...
:11:32
...and not prettified
by expensive petticoats.
:11:35
In short, think of her faults
as love's true medicine.
:11:39
What clumsy cures
unlettered quacks come up with!
:11:42
What rough-and-ready remedies
you offer.
:11:45
Marcela has no defects I can
think of. I won't forget her.
:11:49
Well, forge ahead then,
do not falter!
:11:53
She has no faults,
just graces.
:11:55
Then think of them until
you lose the good graces...
:11:58
...of the countess.